Best Sourest Poems
Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read it, it’s rewritten.
It's really quite unlikely to be fixed.
You’re cutting up holiday snaps
and pasting them onto card.
And you’re scrambling madly
to hide the mess on the floor
As your mum yells for cleanliness
From behind your bedroom door.
3001 puzzle pieces and you’re jamming them together,
No wonder your imagination is at the end of its tether.
You’ve got two pieces that are sun-kissed clouds
“What comes… what comes next?”
You’ve got two roots in the soil
“What comes… what comes next?”
Your mother is sitting in the hall
With a scarf tied round her neck,
Her back pressed up against the wall
As she deals the jigsaw deck.
3001 pieces in her hands,
Mixed with childhood drawings
And grains of sand.
She lays out seven in a line,
Which you place between the two and two.
“Oh, but that and that won’t rhyme!”
“Don’t you think that this one will just do?”
And your father’s disapproving in the kitchen,
“You don’t need no occult nonsense,
Or a system to order out your brain”
He just stands there “focussed”
Over a pot on a blue/green flame,
Subconsciously mumbling while stooped,
“Look here Son, look, I’m making poa-tery soup.”
But you would never tell him that,
Just like you’ll never be finished, ever.
No-one ever is
Even if they know they’re doing it or not.
My grandfather died last week,
The sourest stuck-in-a-rut-of-a-man
That you’re ever going to meet.
The diagnosing doctors were in for a treat.
They said that there was something wrong there,
Something wrong with his brain,
That there was something strange there
Fundamentally, main.
They said that he died - after scans - in a cubicle stall,
When his brain haemorrhaged and cracked open,
And jigsaw pieces piled up against the wall.
Categories:
sourest, allegory, childhood, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
You have not yet learned how to scream
Nor shout or yell or call
You have learned how to bottle
Pouring wines from your fingertips
You are a vineyard of emotions
Anger plucked too early from the vine
Is the sourest crop you grow here
But guilt is your most popular flavor
You sell a wine called "The Seven Sins"
You had no idea fermented fear would sell so well
It fills your head with whispers or addicts
But customers love the adrenaline aftertaste
I'd like to buy your vineyard, please
I'd like to burn it to the ground
I'd like to set the "no talking" sign aflame
And I'd like to hear you scream
As your life work falls to ash and smoke
I'd like to hear you scream
Please, I beg, learn how to scream.
Categories:
sourest, addiction, sin, wine,
Form:
Free verse
Fade back-
picture rap,
this here is capped,
my movement strap.
One voice,
a toy,
diibullar roid!!
I don't take voids!!!
I supply the stores,
dish on a pour because we ignore,
we don't score!
We don't admonish the sourest implore!
The envelope they licked scolded our whole...
Categories:
sourest, easter, endurance, friend, hope,
Form:
Blitz
The Elect Lady
~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven in earth hath
become hell as woman scorn. The poison
of asps drips forth of her tongue…her honeycomb
hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone foul of sweet fermenting.
Amiss of love, a strong delusion of her was chosen, ere
her love of truth. Loose the yoke, chaotic,
psychosis, Pharaoh let her people go.”~
For and in Honor of Wandering Butterfly
And Contest: Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is Love
Categories:
sourest, allegory
Form:
Blank verse
Mona Lisa, the lady I greatly adore
See her sophisticated beauty I implore
Put her portrait not in a large frame, but thin
She will surely give to you all her sourest grin
Written: Oct. 7, 2012
Honorable Mention
Contest: Seeking A Fresh Crop of Clerihews
Judged: 10/20/2012
Poet Sponsor: Andrea Deitrich
Categories:
sourest, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open
Don't try it, you might blow a gasket
There's a bunch of other stuff you should know
Before they put you in a casket
Greece's anthem has over a hundred verses
The seventh inning must take forever
The eye of an ostrich is bigger than its brain
They've got nice personalities however
A goldfish memory is only three seconds
Damn it, can't remember the next line
There's over than 300 dimples on a golf ball
I'm going to start counting mine
If they didn't add colouring to Coca-Cola
It'd be a ghastly shade of green
Cockroaches live nine days without their head
But they don't have a mouth to scream
A starfish apparently doesn't have brains
Called one of my buddies a “Starfish”
He really thinks I'm paying him a compliment
Some days he can be quite thickish
If you bang your head against a brick wall
You use up 150 calories an hour
Milk that's been sitting in the sun for days
Is most likely the sourest of sour
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
sourest, fun,
Form:
Quatrain
“Tis pain not concern, life in earth hath become off as vague scorn.
The poison of asp drips ahead of her tongue…her honeycomb hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone wild of natural fermenting,
wrong of love she chose extreme delusion ere her love of truth.
Loose the yoke, chaotic, psychosis, strife let life's people renew.”
Categories:
sourest, confusion, life, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Sit down, Sit down, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen waits in secret for you in vain.
Make haste, Oh, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen sits lonely in the balcony again.
Break your Oath, Woe betide Knight,
The Queen wishes to heal you from all pain.
Oh, Loitering Knight! Oh, Loitering Knight!
Remember her pale beauty, forsaken by your honor,
Shred our love in pieces, this love is only anguish.
Even before meeting, ruin was spreading her tart ardor
Wooer of disaster, in this Realm, love is a way to punish,
For love is here the most clever and malicious traitor:
A doom to all land, in strife and blood will split and perish.
Tremble now, Tremble now, Forlorn Queen.
Cling to the memories, filling the trail you now follow.
Rush now, Rush now, Forlorn Queen.
Tremble with pain, blazing your face with sorrow.
Do not Despair, Do not despair, Forlorn Queen.
Your Knight rests in the ground struck by an arrow.
Ah, Doomed Queen! Ah, Doomed Queen!
Hurry in swift gallop to match the ill fortune’s march,
Bestow your final love, seeding the sourest tears.
Death looms willful, in her wake all living will perish.
In your arms life fades, facing you his spirit swears
Vowing for a love, that not even Death could finish
Scorching Love, marking your heart with many sears.
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
Even in your retire, you still not rest well...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
For the autumn is your only station to dwell...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
But only in the winter’s mists you hear his yell...
Categories:
sourest, fantasy, autumn, love,
Form:
Free verse
In the ripening air, petite blueberries of delight,
Barely ready to be devoured, so sour, float to me
and I catch each one with my mouth and I smush them.
Pulpy goodness almost satisfies. I tingle
like a dog during winter's first sprinkle.
The smallest - the sourest, are the hardest.
The sweetest I can mash with my lips alone.
My cresting tongue would like to savor.
Categories:
sourest, food, senses,
Form:
Free verse
a hardening mangosteen
with wounded white seeds
increasing into rotten arrogance
of monstrous' velocity
sentimentality-
rises slowly to the skin
emitting cerebral poison
flavored with the sourest
and most bitter condiments
as troubled being
devours senseless hurt
sentimentality’s lava
flows drifting soul into sin
June 4, 2022 9.52am
Categories:
sourest, sick,
Form:
Free verse
i cannot speak but print
be about as accurate
as possible without
problems that be
a pronunciation
difficulty of a
single point
trying to
be as
the sourest of all my...
leftovers
len
(cof...cofcofcof....)
Categories:
sourest, absence,
Form:
Free verse
A passerine bird,
One of the smallest of sizes,
With a beak almost minute.
On its beak you can count many;
the tiniest to biggest,
the slimmest to the fattest,
the lightest to the heaviest,
the ugliest to the finest,
the sourest to the sweetest,
the slowest to the swiftest.
All on this paltry beak,
it houses them all.
And what do you liken this beak to?
A lad's might,it is.
Categories:
sourest, bird, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Avatar Queen
The mask or the screen
What’s never to know
What’s never to see
Avatar Queen
Your name to mislead
One more cryptic posting
That always deceives
Avatar Queen
Both petty and preened
The bees in your bonnet
Its stinger unclean
Avatar Queen
You know what I mean
With feelings all borrowed
And vistas unseen
Avatar Queen
The sourest cream
No reason to wish
All hope dressed in green
Avatar Queen
Your anger unweaned
My answer then sharp
My rapier clean
Avatar Queen
Not to sleep or to dream
Your nightmare awoken
In daylight you scream
Avatar Queen
One curse washes clean
Your blessings defaced
No chance to redeem
(Dartmouth-Hanover New Hampshire: July, 2016)
Categories:
sourest, allusion, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
I keep begging for the better...
I beg for sleep.
I'm asking for a sense of peace...
I ask for a helping hand.
How many of my days have I used?
How many waiting battles are
coming my way...
The things I've yet to do come
storming through my mind.
Will I have children? Be happily
married?
This plague is slowly eating at me
alive.
Killing me, in the slowest manner
possible.
I'm too young to fight this alone, I'm
ill-prepared.
I just started my life, I've yet to
experience it.
How soon is too soon?
How far into the world have I
walked?
I want to travel..
I want to see you..
Is this the end, has my last breath
reached the entrance?
Where do I go from here?
I never want to die.
Immortality, that's what I ask for.
For my last sight to see you happy.
I rather grief than see you in agony.
I've been given so much, please stay
in denial.
You don't need to face this reality
sneaking upon me.
Stay in your ignorant bliss.
My dearest family..
My dearest mother, father.
Don't face it, don't face it.
Turn away whenever possible, don't
face it.
The saltiest ocean has struck me
now.
I'll keep this a secret.
My sourest sorrow, my biggest
regret.
Not keeping you from the pain. Not
letting you stay content.
Categories:
sourest, death,
Form:
Free verse
Avatar Queen
The mask or the screen,
What’s never to know
What’s never to see
Avatar Queen
Your name to mislead,
One more cryptic posting
That always deceives
Avatar Queen
Both petty and preened,
The bees in your bonnet
No stinger foreseen
Avatar Queen
You know what I mean,
With feelings all borrowed
And vistas unseen
Avatar Queen
The sourest cream,
No reason to wish
All hope dressed in green
Avatar Queen
Your anger unweaned,
My answer then sharp
My rapier free
Avatar Queen
Not to sleep or to dream,
Your nightmare awoken
In daylight you scream
Avatar Queen
One curse washes clean,
Your blessings defaced
—no chance to redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Categories:
sourest, dream,
Form:
Rhyme